Chapter 13


    Chapter Thirteen: The blue door


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    Reaching down, I grabbed the handle to my door and pushed it open. I slid outside, taking a deep breath


    of the fresh air. The scent reminded me of Ryan and a part of me ached for him.


    Really, I ached for all of them but I knew that if I didn’t take this time and we just moved forward without


    me thinking about it all. I would always wonder if I was really enough for them. It wasn’t that I med


    them all for what happened.


    The mating and the iming. They were wolves. This was how they must have grown up together


    knowing that they would find their mate one day. Or like they had said about Jason, getting closer and


    closer to going feral until they reached the point where they slipped into madness.


    I didn’t want that for Travis, Jason, or Ryan.


    It’s just that I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in a rtionship with the three of them, either. Things had just


    ended with Jake but here! was thrust into a rtionship that would probably only end in my death. Or


    maybe I was wrong, but this didn’t seem like the kind of thing that either I or the men could just walk


    away from.


    Not when it seemed like I could feel them with every fiber of my being. It was like they were a part of me


    now and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that still.


    Reaching into the Jeep, I grabbed my purse and overnight bag. Tucking my cellphone back into the side


    pocket, I grabbed my keys from the ignition and closed the door to my car. I didn’t bother locking it with


    the key fob.


    It was so rare that anyone but mom, Scott, or I came up here that I wasn’t very worried about someone


    trying to steal my Jeep or the high heels that were in the back seat that I had forgotten to take into my


    apartment earlier.


    I made my way up the wooden steps, clutching the leather handles of my bag as I fumbled with my keys.


    Sorting through them with one hand until I found the tarnished silver-colored key that went to the front


    door. I stopped in front of the bright blue painted door, smiling as I ran my fingers over the wood.


    When Mom and I had firste up here with Scott, that had been the first thing that she had changed


    about the house. She had set out to make this ce a happy space for Scott and given how much time


    he liked to spend out here; I think she had aplished her goal.


    I brought the key up to the lock and pushed it in before listening to the soft clicks of the tumbler. A breeze


    ruffled the loose strands of hair that hade undone from my ponytail tickling the back of my neck. It


    felt like theke house was weing me home. Resting my hand on the dark, cold iron door handle. I


    pressed the t button above the handle, pushing the door open.


    The soft smell of sage and my mother’s perfume hit my senses. It was something that I loved about the


    house. It smelled like home and family. Like teenage summers spent lounging at theke beforeing


    inside to sip sweet tea and ying board gameste into the night with my family and Charity. On the


    few rare asions that she had been able to join us.


    Such happy memories.


    Pulling my keys from the lock, I stepped into the house. Dropping my bags beside the front door before


    closing it and moving over to the windows to open them and let in the warm breeze. The house needed a


    good airing out and that would be the first thing that I was going to do. I finished opening all of the


    windows on the first floor before moving up the big wooden staircase to take care of the windows


    upstairs.


    When I was done, I made my way to the living room, picking up my overnight bag from beside the door


    and fishing out my cellphone. I moved over to therge denim covered sectional couch that was shaped


    like an L. Picking up the lc hand knit throw nket that my mother had made; I sat down, draping the


    soft, chunky nket over my legs before looking at my phone.


    I couldn’t put off calling them forever and they needed to know that I was okay. But that I needed a few


    days away to sort through how I was feeling.


    Opening my text messages, I brought my thumb up to my lips, worrying the nail as I read through all of


    the texts that Travis had sent to me. Words of apology and pain filled my screen. It felt like I could hear


    his voice in my head reading his messages.


    I hated that I was making him feel like this. A part of me wanted to just say fuck it and go back there and


    just say screw my better judgment. I knew that I couldn’t do that. If I did, our rtionship would not start


    off as a healthy one.


    I finished reading through his messages before stopping at one from a number that I didn’t know. My


    heart started to beat faster as I read the words, knowing who they were from, even without knowing his


    number.


    Unknown Number: Kitten… The hunt is on. Enjoy your time alone. We’ll be seeing you soon.


    Despite what I was feeling, I couldn’t help but feel excited at reading Jason’s text. My phone vibrated


    with a call in my hand and I almost dropped it, trying to fumble with it to keep it from hitting the floor.